Shade's body burned.
The hunger roared through his veins, pulsing beneath his skin like a living thing. He could hear his own heartbeat—too fast, too strong, pounding like war drums in his skull.
Lucian stood in front of him, arms outstretched, his voice silk and steel. "You feel it, don't you? The power. The truth."
Shade's fingers curled into fists. "You're lying."
Lucian laughed. "Am I? Then why aren't you fighting it?"
Shade wanted to deny it. He wanted to resist.
But the darkness inside him was whispering.
Why fight? Why resist? This is what you were meant for.
Jade's grip on his arm tightened. "Shade. Look at me."
He turned, his vision flickering.
Jade's eyes were pleading. "You're stronger than this."
Lucian smirked. "No, darling." He stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "He's finally realizing what he truly is."
Jade turned to him, her jaw clenched. "You don't own him."
Lucian chuckled. "Don't I?"
He snapped his fingers.
And the room collapsed.